The Prom
"Where is Xander?" Willow asked.
Giles shook his head. "He should be here by now," he said.
"Probably still looking for that one hot chick!" Cordelia said mockingly, but less sharp then usual.
Giles, Oz and Willow ignored her harsh comment, as usual. Since Xander had been 'rescued' out of the hands of the Mayor her disdainful attitude towards Xander had changed into a cruel one. But after she had found out that Xander had payed the dress for her and didn't run to his friends to mock her with it, her opinion of him was restored a lot, although not completely.
"He said that he would have a date," Willow confirmed. "He had spoken to that ex-demon, Anya. But she is here with someone else," she continued.
"Oh, yeah. With whom?" Cordelia asked, surprised.
Oz pointed in the direction where Anya stood talking to a guy. The guy's eyes apparently had grown and looked a bit scared.
"With him? That geek? Eeeeew," Cordelia replied, making a disgusted face.
Willow and Oz nodded together and grinned.
"Where is Wesley?" Willow asked to Cordelia.
"He had an accident this morning and needed to go to the hospital. Lucky it wasn't too bad . . ." she spoke with some worry. "Was a strange accident, though," she added.
Willow and Oz nodded in understanding with sympathy.
"He should be here any moment . . . oh, look there he is . . . hey, Wes?" she shouted his name and wove with her arm, "over here!"
Wesley saw her and was struck by a coughing, then he walked over to them, looking sore.
Cordy hugged him. "Aaargh," he groaned as a pained reply.
Cordelia stepped back. "Oh, sorry."
Wesley smiled a bit through his pained face, "May I say, you look smashing."
Cordelia grinned. "It's a start."
Willow's face lit up as she saw Xander enter. She wove with her hand, "Hey, Xander . . . Over here!" she yelled.
Xander walked to them and smiled shyly.
Willow looked at him from tip to too with huge eyes. "You look great in that tux, Xan!" she smirked.
Xander flashed a smile back, nervously. "You too, Willow," he replied without his usual jokes.
Willow looked around and raised her eyebrows towards Xander. "Where is your date?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh, she will be coming . . ."
*****
Later at the Dance
Xander nerves increased as time progressed. He shifted from foot to foot, watching the door repeatedly. He smiled and clapped proudly when Buffy got her award as the Class' protector 1999. But for the rest he was nervous as hell. And for good reasons. At every moment Faith could walk in. He pictured her in her faded jeans or even worse: a black leather outfit. And then there was the reaction he expected to get from the others. A moment to be proud of and at the same time a moment they could kill him for what he had done.
People around him began stirring and whispering while they watched the door. Xander turned his head and his jaw dropped when his eyes widened as the subject of his nerves walked in . . . They all looked stunned, most of all Xander and Buffy. Only Wesley was the exception as he shied away with fear.
Words were not enough to describe Faith. She was wearing a magnificent, yet a sexy dark blue dress. Perfect fitting her form and matching her hair and skin color. She wore a wonderful necklace, consisting of real pearls, it was another gift from the Mayor. Her dark brown hair hung lazily alongside the sides of her head, a few curls at the end gave her hair a playful look. It was somewhat shorter now, allowing more to be done with it without obscuring her face. At the back her hair was wavy and curled down, almost begging to move your fingers through. Short hairs hung over her forhead, drawing the attention from the more voluminous hair on top of her head, to her face and beautiful dark hazel eyes. She had light rouge make-up, not very much and red lipstick on her lips. Black mascara on her eyelashes which accentuated her dark brown mysterious eyes, which didn't hide a sparkle. She had a couple of dark blue earrings, matching her dress, which contained both an amazing beautiful emarald that reflected the light in an extraordinary way. Under her dress she wore very expensive high heeled black shoes. She was highly aware of the looks she attracted from everybody present as she radiated confidence with her typical grin and posture and lighted up the room with her presence.
Buffy was the first who was restored from her surprise and walked over to her with fury in her eyes. "You have got nerves to show yourself here!" she said with as much disdain in her voice as she could manage. "And dressed like this!" she added while looking at her up and down.
Willow rushed over next to Buffy. "Yeah, after what you did to Xander!" she spoke furiously.
Faith looked at the two of them, and grinned wickedly. "I just came to congratulate you with your deserved award for the *protector* of the year. Oh, jeez, only you forgot someone to protect . . ." she quipped.
"I don't need to protect *you*!" Buffy snapped.
"No, you don't! I have my own!" she snapped back.
Then she looked at Cordelia, who now stood next to Willow and with the same amount of hatred in her eyes. "Too bad that there isn't an award for the biggest fool of the Year 1999, hmmm?" Faith quipped to her.
Cordelia shook her head. "Goofboy didn't win the prize for the class clown of the year, but he certainly wouldn't win *that* prize. It should have gone to *you*!"
Faith grinned. "Maybe, but I guess *you* will be a big contender too. Or should it be for the Bitch Queen of the Year? Together with me and the blond Bitchster." She thought for a very short moment and continued calm, "No, I think the fool of the year should go to B and you should get the last one."
Both girls blinked and then just grinned mockingly. "So, you only showed your face to insult us, or is there something else on your mind . . . some devil trick from your sugar daddy," Buffy quipped back.
The wild Slayer smiled. "Actually, I came here for my date!" she replied.
The three blinked and looked frowning around and saw nobody remotely of being a partner for her. "With whom??" they asked in unison.
Xander shied away as Faith looked at him and said, "Who is still without a partner here?" she quipped.
The three followed her trail of sight and after a few moments the realization hit them. There jaws dropped and fell in total shock, eyes fully wide when they saw Xander's scared face. The others where shocked as well, only with a lesser degree. They stood there for more then a minute, while Faith had a huge smile.
"Where is Xander?" Willow asked.
Giles shook his head. "He should be here by now," he said.
"Probably still looking for that one hot chick!" Cordelia said mockingly, but less sharp then usual.
Giles, Oz and Willow ignored her harsh comment, as usual. Since Xander had been 'rescued' out of the hands of the Mayor her disdainful attitude towards Xander had changed into a cruel one. But after she had found out that Xander had payed the dress for her and didn't run to his friends to mock her with it, her opinion of him was restored a lot, although not completely.
"He said that he would have a date," Willow confirmed. "He had spoken to that ex-demon, Anya. But she is here with someone else," she continued.
"Oh, yeah. With whom?" Cordelia asked, surprised.
Oz pointed in the direction where Anya stood talking to a guy. The guy's eyes apparently had grown and looked a bit scared.
"With him? That geek? Eeeeew," Cordelia replied, making a disgusted face.
Willow and Oz nodded together and grinned.
"Where is Wesley?" Willow asked to Cordelia.
"He had an accident this morning and needed to go to the hospital. Lucky it wasn't too bad . . ." she spoke with some worry. "Was a strange accident, though," she added.
Willow and Oz nodded in understanding with sympathy.
"He should be here any moment . . . oh, look there he is . . . hey, Wes?" she shouted his name and wove with her arm, "over here!"
Wesley saw her and was struck by a coughing, then he walked over to them, looking sore.
Cordy hugged him. "Aaargh," he groaned as a pained reply.
Cordelia stepped back. "Oh, sorry."
Wesley smiled a bit through his pained face, "May I say, you look smashing."
Cordelia grinned. "It's a start."
Willow's face lit up as she saw Xander enter. She wove with her hand, "Hey, Xander . . . Over here!" she yelled.
Xander walked to them and smiled shyly.
Willow looked at him from tip to too with huge eyes. "You look great in that tux, Xan!" she smirked.
Xander flashed a smile back, nervously. "You too, Willow," he replied without his usual jokes.
Willow looked around and raised her eyebrows towards Xander. "Where is your date?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh, she will be coming . . ."
*****
Later at the Dance
Xander nerves increased as time progressed. He shifted from foot to foot, watching the door repeatedly. He smiled and clapped proudly when Buffy got her award as the Class' protector 1999. But for the rest he was nervous as hell. And for good reasons. At every moment Faith could walk in. He pictured her in her faded jeans or even worse: a black leather outfit. And then there was the reaction he expected to get from the others. A moment to be proud of and at the same time a moment they could kill him for what he had done.
People around him began stirring and whispering while they watched the door. Xander turned his head and his jaw dropped when his eyes widened as the subject of his nerves walked in . . . They all looked stunned, most of all Xander and Buffy. Only Wesley was the exception as he shied away with fear.
Words were not enough to describe Faith. She was wearing a magnificent, yet a sexy dark blue dress. Perfect fitting her form and matching her hair and skin color. She wore a wonderful necklace, consisting of real pearls, it was another gift from the Mayor. Her dark brown hair hung lazily alongside the sides of her head, a few curls at the end gave her hair a playful look. It was somewhat shorter now, allowing more to be done with it without obscuring her face. At the back her hair was wavy and curled down, almost begging to move your fingers through. Short hairs hung over her forhead, drawing the attention from the more voluminous hair on top of her head, to her face and beautiful dark hazel eyes. She had light rouge make-up, not very much and red lipstick on her lips. Black mascara on her eyelashes which accentuated her dark brown mysterious eyes, which didn't hide a sparkle. She had a couple of dark blue earrings, matching her dress, which contained both an amazing beautiful emarald that reflected the light in an extraordinary way. Under her dress she wore very expensive high heeled black shoes. She was highly aware of the looks she attracted from everybody present as she radiated confidence with her typical grin and posture and lighted up the room with her presence.
Buffy was the first who was restored from her surprise and walked over to her with fury in her eyes. "You have got nerves to show yourself here!" she said with as much disdain in her voice as she could manage. "And dressed like this!" she added while looking at her up and down.
Willow rushed over next to Buffy. "Yeah, after what you did to Xander!" she spoke furiously.
Faith looked at the two of them, and grinned wickedly. "I just came to congratulate you with your deserved award for the *protector* of the year. Oh, jeez, only you forgot someone to protect . . ." she quipped.
"I don't need to protect *you*!" Buffy snapped.
"No, you don't! I have my own!" she snapped back.
Then she looked at Cordelia, who now stood next to Willow and with the same amount of hatred in her eyes. "Too bad that there isn't an award for the biggest fool of the Year 1999, hmmm?" Faith quipped to her.
Cordelia shook her head. "Goofboy didn't win the prize for the class clown of the year, but he certainly wouldn't win *that* prize. It should have gone to *you*!"
Faith grinned. "Maybe, but I guess *you* will be a big contender too. Or should it be for the Bitch Queen of the Year? Together with me and the blond Bitchster." She thought for a very short moment and continued calm, "No, I think the fool of the year should go to B and you should get the last one."
Both girls blinked and then just grinned mockingly. "So, you only showed your face to insult us, or is there something else on your mind . . . some devil trick from your sugar daddy," Buffy quipped back.
The wild Slayer smiled. "Actually, I came here for my date!" she replied.
The three blinked and looked frowning around and saw nobody remotely of being a partner for her. "With whom??" they asked in unison.
Xander shied away as Faith looked at him and said, "Who is still without a partner here?" she quipped.
The three followed her trail of sight and after a few moments the realization hit them. There jaws dropped and fell in total shock, eyes fully wide when they saw Xander's scared face. The others where shocked as well, only with a lesser degree. They stood there for more then a minute, while Faith had a huge smile.